Pretty Pictures

I sit here

With a box full of pretty pictures

We clicked together

The mixture of emotions fill me

Like a perfect puzzle piece

The art that seeks beauty,

Tiny smiles

Tinier details

Some abstractions

And I try to find myself there

In those long-gone moments

Tucked myself there in a tiny darkness 

A part of me, but I can't find it

Think about you, and bring my poems out

Finally saved myself. 

But still, the question remains 

Where am I

In those pretty pictures, we clicked.